Brace Yourselves…

<p>…because I’m about to do some venting…</p> <p>I was looking waaay back in my archives (my typepad ones) and noticed that I used to be funny. I wrote lovely witty entries that weren’t quite at the same level as a <a href="http://jessaluknits.com/exit.php?url_id=21&amp;entry_id=20" title="http://www.yarnharlot.ca" onmouseover="window.status=’http://www.yarnharlot.ca’;return true;" onmouseout="window.status=”;return true;">certain blogger</a> we all know, but they at least brought out a giggle here or there. This all stopped when I wrote an entry that I thought was funny that was regarding my daughter actually being helpful without a big argument. You will no longer find that post on my site. Why, you ask? Because it was read by some of the people who had been at my home earlier during the evening in question and was completely and totally misinterpreted. This started a *thing* that has yet to come to completion because one of the people in question has not been here since. Don’t get me wrong, we do speak and he has been here for other gatherings of friends, he just doesn’t come over on a weekly basis anymore. He has never spoken to me directly about it and frankly, I don’t feel it is my place to bring it up to him since he is upset with me and not vice versa. Anyway, that was pretty much the last ‘funny’ entry I wrote. It kind of sucked the ‘fun’ out of it. Prior to that I considered this blog a mixture of real life and fiction and felt that I could be free to write 99% truth and put a little bit of a spin on it to make it more interesting to my ‘readers’ (all five of you *wave*). That whole situation that arose out of one paragraph that was written while I was beyond exhausted made me want to stop blogging altogether. However I soldiered on and tried my best to make my attempts at writing if not a gigglefest at least a bit interesting so more than two people would enjoy it. I didn’t write about what happened because I was afraid that I would further upset the person previously mentioned. I recently decided that I did need to write about it and I do need to get it out because it is killing my creative streak and I can’t allow that to happen. Roger didn’t want me to write a ‘disclaimer’ and thought that would also make it worse. I’m saying screw it. This is my blog. This is MY space on the ‘net where I should be allowed to be free and creative. I will write about my daughter, my boyfriend, my dog and life in general and damn it I WILL BE FUNNY. I NEED to be funny about my life or trust me, it will drag me under (again) and I can’t have that. I also feel that I shouldn’t hide my creativity because of fear. I will no longer write with this cloud over my head wondering who might be reading this and who’s feelings might get hurt. Don’t get me wrong, I love my family and my ‘real life’ day-to-day friends. Some of them are closer to me than my family. However, I will endeavor to keep those that I know are sensitive about these things out of it and if they are mentioned (which odds are they won’t), there will be no names involved. I am a sardonic, sarcastic person and this is my disclaimer: <b>No persons were intentionally hurt during the writing of this blog.</b> And, if you don’t like it? Don’t read it. Move on. If you do like it? Leave a comment for crying out loud!</p> <p>Thanks for listening…I needed to get that out.</p>

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